I'm posting a song a day from the Rise Up Singing songbook, which you may or may not know. It's a pretty invaluable resource for song leaders, and useful for anyone who likes to sing in groups. The book doesn't include the melodies to the songs, just the lyrics and some chords, so I’m trying hard to find the tunes I don’t know, learn them, and post them on YouTube for anyone to learn. That’s where these videos are hosted; the blog is just pretty packaging.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Pretty Peggy-O (version two)
Guess what! I found they have free wireless in the Kuwait City airport. So that's where I'm posting this from. I didn't expect to be able to put it up for at least a day still. In an hour I board my next flight, which is Kuwait to New York (JFK). The Bangkok-Kuwait leg was painless.
Chords in a moment, I even brought Rise Up Singing with me for reference.
Ciao,
Matthew
Traditional, a.k.a. Pretty Peggy of Derby, The Bonnie Lass of Fyvie-O
Rise Up Singing chapter: Ballads and Old Songs, p.13
D Bm G D / D - - A / G D - Bm / D Bm G D
As we marched down to Fennario (2x)
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And the name that she was called was pretty Peggy-O
Come go along with me pretty Peggy-O (2x)
[This line would really confuse my English students trying to learn the difference between "come" and "go"]
In coaches you shall ride with your true love by your side
Just as grand as any ladies in the are-o
What would your mother think...for to hear the guineas clink
And the soldiers are all marching before ye-o
You're the man that I adore, Handsome Willy-O
[I capitalized Handsome because I like to think of it as part of his name. Like his title.]
...but your fortune is too low
I'm afraid my mother would be angry-o
Come a-trippin down the stair...and tie back your yellow hair (tie up your yellow hair)
[Stair in the singular but used in the same context as the plural sounds so funny and old-timey, doesn't it?]
Bid a last farewell to Handsome Willy-o
If ever I return...this city I will burn
And destroy all the ladies in the are-o
Our captain he is dead...and he died for a maid
And he's buried in the Louisiana country-o (county-o)
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